Tymber Dalton - Contractual Obligation

“Okay,” she finally said. “That’s good, boys.”

The men sat up and took turns kissing her. From the taste of her juices on both of their lips, she realized they’d taken turns. “Now what, sweetie?” Doug asked.

She let out a happy sigh and laced her fingers behind her head. “Whatever the two of you want to do, as long as it’s a good show.”

Doug pounced on Tate, pinning him to the bed, kissing him hard. She empathized with Tate’s passionate moan. That was damn hot. She’d spent nights pinned just like that under Doug. And Tate.

She couldn’t wait until the doctor fully cleared her for sex again. She’d wear these two out.

Harper reached over and pulled a bottle of lube and several condoms out of the bedside table drawer. She deposited them next to the men, then lay back to enjoy the show.

Ahhh, and what a show.

Doug worked his way down Tate’s body with his mouth, nipping and biting and sucking his lover. When he reached Tate’s cock, he cast a quick glance up at Tate, flashed Harper a winning smile, then swallowed Tate’s cock all the way to the root.

Tate threw his head back as he shifted his hips, trying to fuck Doug’s mouth. Unable to help herself, Harper changed positions so she could get a closer view of the fun. Doug glanced at her again. She didn’t miss the smile trying to curl his lips even as his mouth was full of Tate.

“Take him deep,” she muttered to him. “Swallow every drop when you make him come.”

Both men moaned. Tate buried his hands in Doug’s hair, holding on tight and now truly fucking the other man’s mouth. Doug apparently gave up trying to keep time with him and instead opted to let him do it. Harper reached in and cupped Tate’s sac with her hand, gently rolling his balls and stroking his flesh.

“Fuck, yes!” Tate grunted as he took several thrusts harder than the others before falling still.

She grabbed Doug by the hair. “Hold on. Let me see before you swallow.”

He laughed, but turned, with his mouth open, to show her.

“Good boy,” she said. “Swallow.”

He did then grabbed her head and kissed her. She tasted Tate on him, jammed her tongue deep into his mouth, her libido resetting and building again. She’d have to get another round out of her boys, but not yet.

When she broke free from Doug, she stretched out next to Tate. “Good?”

He smiled and crooked a finger at her, inviting her closer. She went and enjoyed melting into his embrace as he slowly kissed her, nibbling on her lower lip in the way he knew would melt her spinal column.

Doug draped an arm across her legs. “Hey, someone’s still horny down here.”

“Shut up,” Tate muttered good-naturedly. “You’ll get your turn.” He kissed her again. “So how did you enjoy the show?”

“I’m still enjoying it and looking forward to the second act.”

“Good.” He sat up and twirled a finger at Doug. “Okay, Mr. I’m Still Horny. Assume the position.”

Doug laughed as he turned around and rolled onto his back. Tate knelt between his legs and crooked his finger at Harper to draw close. Doug had closed his eyes, and when Tate showed her what he wanted her to do, she grinned and nodded.

Tate grasped the base of Doug’s cock with his hand and let the member slide up and down sideways between his lips, from head to base and back again. Harper took the other side, enveloping his cock between them.

“Fuuuuck!” he moaned as he started shifting his hips in time with their movements. Harper licked and sucked on her side of Doug’s cock while Tate did the same. “Holy fuck, that feels sooo good!” Doug gasped. “What the fuck are you two doing?” She noticed he lifted his head to look, then dropped it to the bed again. His hands came to rest on the tops of their heads, and it didn’t take more than a minute for him to grunt. “I’m gonna come.”

Tate deftly moved her out of the way as he swallowed Doug’s cock from the head down. She watched as Doug’s sac tightened just before he cried out and Tate let out a muffled chuckle.

She grinned. “I don’t need to see this time.”

Tate laughed as he swallowed, then kissed her. “Nothing says lovin’ like teamwork, huh, baby?”

Doug and Harper both laughed.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “and I think I could use a little more teamwork from you two.”

Doug sat up, grinning. “Aw, did our show make you all hot and wet?”

“Yes, you big meanies.”

Tate grinned. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll never leave you hanging.” He gathered her into his arms, kissing her, his hands playing with her breasts and nipples as Doug climbed between her legs and let his magic tongue get to work.

The books lied. This is better than fiction.

Nothing could ever feel better than this. Not the sex, either.

The feeling of being loved times two.

It didn’t take long for him to make her come again, leaving the three of them snuggled together, the men flanking Harper. As she fell asleep, she realized her world could fall apart tomorrow, and as long as these two men were still by her side, everything would always be okay.

Ten days after Harper’s surgery, on her first day back at work, her father walked into her office without knocking first. He closed and locked the door behind him, meaning he wanted a long, private chat with her. She was on the phone with one of their attorneys. Her dad sat in front of her desk expectantly, without saying a word.

She tried not to feel his gaze on her as she talked. Finally she was able to end the call, and she looked at him. “Yes?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

In the pit of her stomach, she knew what this was about. She didn’t seriously worry about him pulling rank on her and firing Doug and Tate, but this wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.

“What?” she finally asked.

“You know what, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and waited her out. A reminder from childhood, when he knew she’d done something, she knew he knew exactly what, and he waited her out to admit it so they could continue with the discussion of whatever happened.

“What do you want me to say, Daddy?” she finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“I want you to tell me what the hell you think you’re doing.”

“I’m trying to live my life. You’re the one, if you’ll remember, who threatened to push me out of the company if I didn’t get a boyfriend.”

“No, I said if you didn’t learn to balance your personal life. I never said go out and get involved in a threesome!”

“Do you have a problem with my personal life?”

“I—” His mouth snapped shut. Finally, he said, “What do you want me to say? That I’m happy for you having two boyfriends?”

“No, I want you to say you’re happy for me falling in love with two wonderful men who love me and each other and who want to be a family. Two men who are as dedicated to this company as I am, for that matter. Hey, you always said when I was growing up that you pitied the man I ended up with because he’d have a hard time handling me. Now I have two who can share the job.”

He stared at her, stunned, before he finally burst out laughing. She smiled but didn’t join him, still unsure the direction the conversation would take.

“You’ve got a valid point there, sweetheart,” he eventually said when he composed himself. “No one man would ever be able to handle you.” He sighed. “What the hell am I going to do with you, kiddo?”

“Let me run this company, and my life, the way I need to. It’s that simple. I trust both of them to be as dedicated to the success of this company as I am. You either have faith in me and my abilities, or you don’t. And if you don’t, say so now so we can decide how to transition the company over to another CEO.” She wanted to hold her breath while waiting for his answer. It was a bluff, because the last thing she wanted was to walk away from something she’d worked so damned hard for.